i found myself
peering inside
a thin slit of mentality
of my endless mind
a dark, dreary place
no better than the physicality
of my brittle life
for there is nothing worth living for
as no faith has been founded
within my empty heart
peeking within
i cringe quickly
squeezing my eyes shut
so all i imagine
are the imprinted photographs
upon my black eyelids
each picture shifting
with every mental blink
like slow lightning
striking dead trees;
i open my eyes
to the warm breath
of a vermilion sunrise
only to find
i've been living
inside my brain
where i have hidden
the earth
in this mental attic

The gods of my mind
Feed my spirit moondust
And I float through
A plastic purgatory
Everything rushing past
Absent, gone,
Blissful detachment
(Until reality forces itself inside)
I take a bite of my life
Bitter,
Like the moon.
I find the worst things in life
Are free, as I stare above
At stars and other people
(With the same pain as mine)
Searching for an angry fix.
The stars are just broken pieces
Of glass stuck in
The machine- cut night.
I bite the feet of my confusion
To keep it from stumbling
As I drown underneath
The upper hand.
Bitterness on the back of my throat.
I unsubscribe from my own mind
Because I don't get it anymore.

I saw upon a dying street

Beneath the trees' barren

Humiliation

A young man

(who reminds me of my grandfather)

Rakes all the leaves

Into a sad pile

And laughing,

He sets it on fire

Metaphorical stringency
Idiotic transgression
Coat this democratic autocracy
Flailing capitalism slowly drowns
Splashing freedom in the face;
Obeying party goers
Stand as if a wall,
Indeed they are
A rich, extravagant barricade
Of outcasts
As pariahs under cloak
Stab the new age constitution;
Egocentric totalitarianism will sway
At the sight of a metaphysical blade
And the ghastly crown
Will topple to the bottom
The country has shed her lizard skin
Regurgitating for her new flock
Feeding a new set
Of avaricious minds